Shadows within darkness

Thank you

IntHellsing (Hey! Yeah about Mello: The mangaka who drew DN also draw Hikaru no Go, and there´s the same thing with a character. In the beginning he was ugly as hell and later on he became quite handsome (I mean Ogata, if that rings a bell?). Yes, the ending was really not good (though i liked the ending in the manga better than the one in the anime. It was too soft.). Basically for the reasons you mentioned. Also their dedcutions just became plainly unbelievable and exaggerated. But still, DN is one of the best series I have read/seen so far. Just Misa was annoying the hell outta me... Yeah, but on to the review for the last chapter^^ I suppose they would at least try it once, eating normal food, I mean. After that...well, probably not again -.- Hah, I´m almost glad you couldn´t figure it out, otherwise I´d be scared about your secret mind reading abilities XD)

wildbynature (I loved to write the last chapter,too! They really deserved some peace after all the trouble they went through *sigh*)

Rina76 (Yay! Well yes, Vincent is still a bit careful with showing too much affection, but it´s getting better. And Yazoo so deserved it! It wasn´t his fault that Vincent turned him into a vampire. And you´re right: he probably remembered the warmth and coziness of sitting in the kitchen with Aeris, being at piece and eating candy. Even though he´s a tough guy it was quite a chenge for him too.

About DN: hm, L most certainly won´t show up again. They are trying to financially exploit his popularity by dubious 'prequels' in forms of books and movies and whatnot (though 'L-change the world' was kinda cute...), but it´s not the same. I was wondering if maybe initially L´s death was the original ending for DN. But then it became too popular and the makers thought: hey, why not continuing it? And so two L wanna-be´s were born and the story just continued^^ Haha, I never thought about Mello being like Kadaj, but it makes sense *imagines Kadaj sitting on his bad-ass bike with a chocolate bar sticking out of his smeared mouth* Since I couldn´t stand Near -he´s such a conceited brat IMO- he, together with the long haired guy from that evil cooperation where my rays of hope (I just have a soft spot for long haired bishis, even if they only have like 30 seconds screentime...). I thought it to be a little sad that Ryuk got so little attention in the second part of the series, he was cool! Yah, the drying scene was great! But I also like the part when they beat the crap out of each other (makes for great, violent make-up sex afterwards -.-). Did you finish it yet? What did you think about it? (btw: did you get my email? my account is acting up sometimes, so I´m not sure if he send it...))

for reviewing and Golden Kitsune for betaing!

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28

The next night Vincent already awaited the other vampire, lifting the lid (and detering it from flying through the room again), as soon as he sensed the young vampire awaken. After Yazoo had gone over his usual ‘ressurection confusion’, Vincent helped him out of his coffin and together they went into town in search for a good drink.

The older let Yazoo have his victim first, and instead of ordering him back, he offered the boy to accompany him on his own hunt if he felt like it. Naturally, Yazoo was more than willing to follow him to the cities red light district, where Vincent had chosen to search for a victim this time, in consideration of his lovers feelings even settling for a brutal whoremaster instead of the young lady that would have tried to cut his throat.

Yazoo remained in the shadows during the whole trial, attentively observing every gesture the vampire made and remembering every word he said to coax his victim at coming with him.

The best way to learn something was seeing it be done in praxis, and Yazoo was inclined to perfectionate his hunt.

Vincent even had the nerve to include him into the play, an indication that he really was in high spirits.

As they had entered the house, he motioned for Yazoo to come out, introducing him to the dealer as the subject of interest they had been talking about and asking the man if he thought that there was some future for the teen in his business. Naturally, the whoremaster was more than eager to agree, sizing up the beautiful creature in front of him and concratulating himself in having found two perfect victims for his business. There was nothing to fear from worrying relatives or other people since Vincent had told him talkatively and quite naively, that they were two impoverished aristocrates who had lost everyone to consumption and had come here only recently, needing money desperately.

The rest was a mere routine, of course the man insisted on a ‘test’ to see if they were fit for the job. After the bath and the graciously provided meal, Vincent led the man into the bedroom, offering his own body first, and telling Yazoo to just wait and watch.

Of course the whoremaster never saw the end of the night as prey became hunter and feasted on his blood, generously leaving a rest for his lover, who he knew was never satiated with just one human.

While Vincent was caught up in his own bliss, Yazoo hungrily pounced on the gasping man´s throat, sucking out the last remaining droplets.

As soon as he let go of the victim, Vincent drew him in a bloody, heated kiss, feverishly licking away the thin trail of red liquid that was running down his partner´s chin. The corpse was carelessly thrown from the bed as limbs interwined and kisses and touches became more and more passionate. Offending clothes were ripped apart and cast on the floor, as in the blood induced heat of the moment, neither of them really knew what they were doing, only following their needy instincts, and experiencing the mind blowing act that was having sex while still being high on blood.

There was nothing soft or gentle about their movements; greedy fingers clawed into warm limbs and razor sharp teeth scratched over white skin, drawing blood, that instantly was sucked and licked away, accompanied by harsh moans and encouraging hisses.

Vincent had Yazoo pinned on the bed, pressing his squirming, naked body down and moaning at the sensation of their cocks rubbing together. His student´s nails dug into his rolling hips, breaking the skin and making thin trails of blood running down Vincent´s body. With a harsh groan the older vampire forced Yazoo into a bruising kiss, long teeth clashing. The silver haired youth bucked underneath him, drawing his long legs around his master and roughly moving against his hard body.

The blood from where he had Vincent scratched was gathering between them, the hot liquid only intensifying their sheer overwhelming need and serving as natural lubricant as it smeared their bodies, making them slippery.

Yazoo freed himself from the kiss and after some hissing and struggling he forced Vincent on his back. Finally taking his nails out of the vampire´s flesh, he sat atop on his lap, rocking against the other with frantic movements. With hazy eyes he licked and sucked the blood from his finger. Vincent –lost in his own bliss- meanwhile gripped his students hips, pulling him closer and slipping his hard, bloody dick between his buttocks.

Yazoo gave a distracted moan when he felt the slick flesh rubbing against his hot entrance and then full out groaned when he was entered. There was no prior preparation, but in their current condition it didn´t matter; pain and pleasure merged together to overpowering ecstasy. Encouragingly he trusted against Vincent´s erect member, riding him in a rough pace while his master was pouncing on him with even harsher movements.

The silver haired youth growled, bending over and scratching over Vincent´s collarbone. Blood came and he instantly closed his lips over the wounds, tongue eagerly sucking the intoxicating liquid away.

Vincent growled, but didn´t stop him, instead pressing his head against the wound even further with clouded eyes.

He flipped the both of them over, still buried deep inside his student and grabbed his legs to pull them up. Then he just pushed in and out that tight heat, eliciting moans and hisses from the both of them while he drove them over the edge.

Eventually their exhausted bodies collapsed on the bed, shaking and trembling with their intense orgasm, Vincent was still deep inside his lover, lying heavily on the teens heavenly body, his face nestled into the curve of Yazoo´s neck, eyes closed and his black hair spilling over their figures. Yazoo was lying underneath him, legs spread on either side of his master, back still arched and head thrown back, as he was still trapped in the aftermath of their fucking.

Eventually Vincent pulled out, rolling on his back beside the younger one and cradling in his arms.

"Now this was…" searching for words, the silver haired man frowned slightly, his brain still on vacation.

"Exceptional," the other helped out, eyes closed.

"Hn," the teen smirked lazily, snuggling deeper into the embrace and feeling comfortably exhausted.

One hand trailed over the older vampire´s hairless chest absent-mindedly, still not really recognizing that they actually were both naked this time and that the ever present fabric of Vincent´s clothing had gone.

It became apparent however, when Yazoo´s sensitive fingers traced over tight knots that shouldn´t have marred the other man´s skin.

Furrowing his brows, the young vampire lifted his head a little to take a look at the offending texture and narrowed eyes noticed the heavy, thick scars running over the vampire´s chest, especially gathering on his left side.

The fingers wandered over a particular big scar.

"What´s… this?"

Vincent´s eyes snapped open and at once the youth´s hand was pulled away in a painful grip.

Staring at the ceiling with an indicipherable look, the vampire looked positively bewildered, making Yazoo incline his head in question.

"How did you get these?"

The matter obviously made the older man uncomfortable, as he shifted under his lover´s scrutinizing gaze. His expression became hard, and Yazoo already expected him to just refuse an answer and tell him to mind his own business, when it became softer again. Vincent closed his eyes for a moment until he finally explained in a quiet manner:

"Do you remember what I told you about stakes to the heart and how they cannot kill us?"

Yazoo nodded, not liking where this was going.

"I know that they can not, because I tried it myself in an attempt to take my own… afterlife."

Green eyes widened in disbelieve.

"I also know from these trials that silver can only do so much as burning my skin, but never kill me. Even if it is merged into a stake and thrust into the heart after a blood abstinence of two months."

Horrified, the younger watched the calm man beside him, whose gaze was still focused on the ceiling.

"Why-"

"Please, do not ask why. All I can say is, that it was a hard time and my wish to finally rest in peace was great. I cannot inform you about the circumstances yet, maybe some day I will be able to and you shall know. Do not worry, I have no intention on repeating such actions anymore," Vincent said, eyes rolling towards a sceptical Yazoo, who, after a second, hesitantly laid his head back on the man´s shoulder and continued to stroke over his scarred skin.

After another hour they took a bath together in the candle surrounded tub, not caring that the water´s heat was already gone, since the cold was pleasing to their still burning skins.

After they had dressed as good as possible (Vincent making a mental note that they had to get themselves new clothes the next night, for they were utterly torn and blood soaked), they discarded of the corpses and went back to their base, as dawn was coming near.

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Heh, angry, bloody make-up sex, yay^^

Vincent´s a tiny bit depressing here, but we will find out later that he had every reason to be....

Ah, and 'consumption' is an old term for tuberculosis.

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